Elijah stood, staring out the window as Selina's car drove up. She'd told him that she was going to see "Steve" and then go to the grocery store. That had been several hours ago. Who knew what she and "Steve" (who was probably Dorian Gray) had been doing in that time?

As she approached the door, he shut the curtains and hustled back to his chair, trying to maintain a look of ease, as if he hadn't been spying two seconds ago. As Selina struggled to get the groceries in, he stayed where he was.

"Hey!" She yelled as she tried to grip all the bags and failed, sending apples and oranges and things flying everywhere. "A little help, please?"

"Oh, you want my help now, do you?" He drawled. "This is new. I wasn't aware you wanted anything to do with me."

"Hey, you're the one who chose to sleep in another bedroom," Selina snapped. "I never asked you to!"

"You didn't have to," Elijah said. "Your actions clearly demonstrated that that's what you wanted. Now please leave me alone. And stop making a mess! I don't have time to clean up after you!"

"Oh, yes," Selina huffed. "I can see you're very busy!"

"And take off your shoes at the door," he huffed. "I want my house to be nice without your scuff marks and dirt all over the place. If you insist on making messes everywhere you go, I could always set you up a tent in the backyard!"

Selina froze. "I thought...I thought you made this house for me. As a sign that this time we were gonna do things right!"

"That was the plan," Elijah nodded. "But apparently, things have changed!"

Selina flinched and tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat, removing her shoes and throwing them against the wall, where they clattered loudly and landed on the floor in a heap. Without looking at her husband, she began emptying the grocery bags and putting things in the fridge and freezer. "What do you want for dinner?" She muttered.

"What?" Elijah cried. "I couldn't hear you."

"I said what do you want for dinner?"

"Nothing made by you," Elijah told her. "You weren't here to prepare lunch, so I won't be needing you to prepare dinner either. I think that I would find garbage, as you call it when it's food made in some way than your own hands, preferable at this point."

Selina shut her eyes tight and counted to ten. He was an asshole, for sure, and trying to get a rise out of her, but she wouldn't respond. "I wasn't here for lunch because I had to go to more places than usual to find everything I wanted to make dinner," she explained.

"And even then, it took you three hours? I refuse to believe that our nearby grocery stores were that poorly stocked. For just once, tell me the truth! Who were you with? I know you were with someone. Steve is exactly who i think he is, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "I went to have a talk with Lucifer's father about Remiel before the grocery stores."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes," Selina said firmly, standing her ground. "I don't know what you're trying to con me into saying but I'm not going to play your game, Elijah! I won't!"

"Of course not," Elijah nodded, folding his newspaper and gently rising from his chair. "Why would you play with me when you clearly have a new toy?" He approached the kitchen island and sat down on one of the stools, waiting to see her sweat.

"I don't have to take this anymore!" Selina cried. "You want to make your own food, that's fine with me! Gives me some time to myself instead of being constantly ground under your heel!"

"Good," Elijah smiled. "You know, it's been a long time since I've had a social life outside this house. Since Sibyl is back in town, maybe I'll make something up and invite her to share it with me."

Selina scoffed. "Poor woman. I hope demons can't get food poisoning." She paused, gripped the edge of the counter, and leaned close to him. "I don't care what you do, Mikaelson. Screw you!"

Elijah just laughed. "Oh, my dear. Don't be afraid to expand your horizons. Why not go after another fish in the sea? Maybe someone from the past that you already have a taste for?"

As a grin curved his lips, Selina couldn't hold her composure anymore. Shaking and about to cry, she ran out of the kitchen, leaving the rest of the groceries sitting out on the table, running until she reached the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

Elijah let out a growl and a sigh. "Damn it," he breathed and put the rest of the groceries away. He knew, deep in his heart, that it was wrong to make her hurt like this, but she'd started it, and what was he supposed to do in response? Sit there like a lump? No way that was going to happen!

"Is...is everything okay?"

As he picked an orange up off the floor, his eyes caught sight of a troubled Ricky, who was holding Remiel's hand while she rubbed sleep from her eyes. "We heard the yelling. What the hell is going on with you two? You're making sleep very difficult!" And making sex very difficult too, but there was no way he'd tell his grandfather that.

Elijah sighed and stood up straight. "I'm sorry we disturbed you and distressed you, but it's all done now. Please go back and rest. You need all you can get to take care of your baby."

"I'm fine, Supreme Being," Remiel assured him. "It's just that...I hate to see you and Selina fight when I know you two love each other so much."

Elijah sighed and shook his head. "That's what I thought too; when I built this house, I was sure of it. But now, with Dorian Gray nosing around, I'm not so sure."

"She doesn't love him," Remiel said firmly, shaking her head. "She loves you!"

Not wanting to get too deep into what was his grandparents' problem, Ricky began pulling things out of the fridge and putting them in a basket. "You know what, Remiel? Why don't we have snacks in the barn and watch the sunset? I think that'll be nice."

"Okay," Remiel nodded, although she still looked at Elijah with concern. "Whatever you say. Goodbye, Supreme Being."

"Goodbye, Remiel," Elijah replied. "Have a good picnic, you two."

Selina lay on the bed crying for a while, but then realized how foolish she was being. He wasn't worth crying over. He was doing the same jackass things he always did. It wasn't like this was new.

She headed for the kitchen and began making muffins for breakfast the next day, large chocolate ones, with a delicious aroma that soon brought Elijah into the kitchen. She felt his presence behind her, picked up the rolling pin, and began whacking it against her palm. "And just what do you want?"

"I just...I had a talk with a Council lawyer and he said that since Dorian died, even though he came back, you're no longer married to him! You're still married to me!"

She growled and began throwing open cupboards and throwing pots and pans everywhere. "You know, I'm sorry about that," she hissed. "Must be horrible to be married to such a worthless, unfaithful cheater!"

That wasn't the reply he'd been hoping for. "So," he looked around. "You baked. Are these celebration muffins?"

"No, they're 'we need to eat breakfast' muffins and unless I make something, everyone eats garbage!" She knew that wasn't strictly true but she was angry.

"And you wouldn't want Dorian to eat garbage when he comes for breakfast," Elijah nodded. "I see."

That was it. She ripped her apron off, strode up to him, and slapped him so hard that his head snapped to one side. As he focused on her again and brought a hand up to his reddening cheek, he let out a growl. He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.

"You are the biggest jerk!" She yelled. "And with a giant ego to match. Ever since Remiel gave you that stupid 'Supreme Being' nickname, your head has gotten so large that you can't even see straight! Do you know what your priorities are anymore? Do you?"

"Speaking of forgetting priorities," Elijah shot back, "You've forgotten your vows to me! All you care about now is Dorian Gray! All you want is to go back to him and abandon everyone in this house!"

She kicked him hard and he swore in pain, hopping around in a way that made her giggle, which, of course, made him angrier. Finally, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her over to the breakfast bar, setting her down on one of the stools as they both breathed deeply and glared at each other.

"You've hurt me in many ways," he hissed. "But this business with Gray...it's by far your biggest sin!"

"What do you want me to do?" Selina asked. "He was my husband! You and I were having an affair when he was in a horrible car accident! Does that not matter to you? Is infidelity okay to you as long as you benefit from it?"

"It wasn't my most shining moment, I admit," Elijah conceded. "But what I want is, once and for all for you to choose to be with me. Choose me over everyone else."

Selina sighed, shut her eyes, and looked heavenward. "And just what do you think I've been doing all this time?" She struggled against the grip that had enclosed her like iron. "You asshole! Elijah Mikaelson, you let go of me!"

"What'll you do if I don't?" Elijah snapped. "Hit me again?"

"Well, no," Selina shook her head. "I just...I want all this crap about Dorian over with, so what is your problem?"

"How could you be with him?" Elijah asked. "And I don't mean just now...I mean, the whole time?"

"Well, you got mad and were acting like a jerk!" Selina replied. "And I shouldn't have to be in a relationship with a guy who's acting like a jerk!"

"And you weren't acting like a jerk when you took advantage of the fact that I had no powers and you did to compel me to do what you wanted? Elijah asked. "You enjoyed having power over me! You don't treat someone you love like that! Can you blame me for being mad?"

Selina sighed. "No..." she said. "My...my compelling you because I could wasn't one of my most shining moments, I grant you," she said. "And you had every right to be mad about it, and even to leave me for Amy. I mean, we could also talk about how you sent Laura after Dorian to kill him with her scissors once you realized we were together, but-"

"I did not," Elijah shook his head. "She did that on her own. But I'm touched by her loyalty to me."

"Well, whatever," Selina sighed. "The point is, I have forgiven you for Amy and all the crap you did, so why can't you forgive me? Why do you have to hold it over my head? It's not like it's endearing me to you. It won't make me want to just fall into your arms!"

"Because...Because with Dorian, the problem was me!" He cried. "When it came to Niklaus or Aleksandr or anyone else, I could just blame your need for freedom or whatever and tell myself you'd eventually come back after you sowed your oats and wanted security again...but when it came to Dorian, you were with him because I made a mistake and drove you away. He was your security from me. Nothing I could tell myself would fix how terrible that made me feel."

"And?"

"And now that he's back...I'm scared you're going to want to be with him again. That you'll look at me, see the jerk once more, and go away." He sighed. "That's why...that's why I suppose I was more blase about our affair than I would normally be about such things. I was...and you're going to hate me for this...I was winning. I was attracting the woman I'd pushed away from the man who took her from me!"

"Well, it's not much of a victory if the only way you could win it was when I was miserable and drunk off my ass," Selina reminded him. "If you'd...you'd come to me when I was sober and just...talked like a normal person, then maybe we could have worked something out sooner. And it would have given me time to end things with Dorian the right way." She sighed. "I was never...never in love with him, at least not like I am with you. But he made me feel treasured and loved and special! Not just like a trophy on the wall, but like someone who was precious and mattered! That's what you did when you built me this house and let me turn it into a home. Do you see a difference?"

Elijah sighed. "I suppose you're right."

Selina nodded. "But because you didn't allow me to let Dorian down easy back then...I have to do it this way, now. Okay? No more lies or anything."

"Right," Elijah nodded, his heart breaking a little as she flinched when he reached up to move a bit of her dark hair out of her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I thought you were going to hit me, like I slapped you. I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have done it."

Elijah sighed. "It's all right, I'll heal. And I...I would never raise a hand to you."

"Good," Selina nodded, bursting into tears. "I'm...I'm sorry. I know I'm super emotional even for me, but...with the baby and and all..."

"Oh, it's all right," Elijah chuckled as he ran his fingers through her hair. Then he froze. "Darling, did you say 'baby'?"

"I did, silly!" She grinned as he wiped some tears from her cheeks. "I'm pregnant!"

They stared at one another, identical goofy grins on their faces, before he kissed her soundly, picked her up, and carried her off toward the bedroom.

"Here we go," Ricky smiled as he set the blanket down on the ground with the picnic basket on top and then went to open the barn doors to get a good view of the sunset. "This will be lovely."

"Thank you for suggesting we do this," Remiel told him. "I've never been very romantic. At least not until I met you."

Ricky grinned. "I'm glad," he said.

"But I'm worried," Remiel made a face.

"Why?" Ricky asked. "You don't have any allergies or anything do you? I mean, I packed strawberries but you can stay away from those. And nothing with nuts, and-"

"No, it's about your grandparents," Remiel sighed. "They're fighting. What if they never go on another date?"

"Don't worry about them," he tried to reassure her with a smile as he leaned forward and lightly kissed her forehead. "They fight like this because they love each other, but sometimes have difficulties expressing those feelings."

"Oh," Remiel smiled. "Like we did when we first met."

"Kinda," Ricky nodded. "I mean, not that fighting guarantees that sort of thing. A fight could lead to one person trying to run another over with their car, and then screaming and yelling and one of them driving off and deciding they never want to see the other again."

Remiel kissed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. "Was that what happened with your parents?"

"Y-yeah," Ricky nodded. "Sorry. I didn't mean to think of them now. They don't matter."

"How about a strawberry?" Remiel picked it up out of the basket and held it out to him. "Will that make you smile?"

Ricky chuckled. "There's not much you can do that won't make me smile, he said, taking the strawberry and hugging her with one arm. "Thank you." Then he cleared his throat. "How are you feeling? Comfortable?"

"Oh, yes," Remiel nodded and reached for some chicken. "Very." She then smiled down at herself and put a hand on her belly. "Our baby," she said.

"Yeah," Ricky nodded and put a hand on top of hers. "Our baby."

They continued eating, going back to the strawberries once the savory food was gone. "Do you think this blanket is comfortable?" He asked.

"Yes," Remiel nodded. "Why?"

"Cause we might have to camp out in the barn all night," Ricky explained.

"Why?" Remiel asked.

"Well, do you want to inadvertently walk in on my grandparents having sex? Cause we will if we leave the barn. I can feel it."

"So you're still very certain that they'll make up?"

"Yes," Ricky nodded. "I am." He leaned forward. "Come here. You have some chocolate on your cheek."

She did so and after the chocolate was gone, he gave her a long look, then kissed her long and hard. When he pulled away, he murmured, "I love you, Remiel."

She nodded. "Yes. Everything we have in here we love."

Ricky took Remiel's hand and squeezed it tight. "Please look me in the eye, Remiel. When I say 'I love you', I truly mean it. I. Love. You. You beautiful angel!"

Instead of grinning or kissing him again like he thought she would, she eyed him uncertainly and pulled away.

"What?" He asked, clueless. "What did I say? Tell me, please!"

She looked down at her lap as tears began to fall down her cheeks. "Don't say you love me. Please don't; Perhaps one day you'll remember that I'm just the smelly girl who bumped into you one day and made you dump all your books on the sidewalk and you'll want to be free of me. I know I don't know much about people on Earth, but I do know that many men don't stay with the women they accidentally get pregnant. I don't want you to feel like you're stuck with me. I want you to have your own choice."

Ricky shook his head, put a few fingers under her chin, and brought her eyes up. "I'm not stuck with you!" He tried to assure her. "I'm crazy in love with you because you're funny, sweet, kind, and beautiful! And-" he lowered his voice and gave her a wink. "Not many people would not only confess that they'd like to make love to the person they're with on a daily basis, but also put it on a calendar for everyone to see-"

"You hated that," Remiel interrupted. "I saw the look on your face!"

"It was a bit of a surprise," Ricky conceded. "But...I, I shouldn't have expected anything less from you. You're beautiful, inside and out, and I can't imagine my life without you!"

"So that's true?"

"Yes," Ricky assured her. "I wouldn't lie to you about that. I wouldn't lie to you about anything."

"You...do you love me like the Supreme Being loves Selina?"

Ricky cleared his throat. "About that 'Supreme Being' business..."

Remiel gave him a wink. "You love me like Elijah loves Selina?"

"Exactly," Ricky said. "I didn't at the time, but now I'm so glad you and your unique scent bumped into me outside tattoo class because I love you so much, Remiel."

"My 'unique scent'?" Remiel chuckled as she threw her arms around him. "Wow, love must make you tactful!" She paused. "And I...I love you too."

They began kissing passionately and pulling at each other's clothes but Ricky paused for a second.

"What?" Remiel asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Ricky nodded. "Are you? Are you sure you're up to this?"

"Oh, we have to!" Remiel nodded. "Couldn't be better!"

Ricky grinned and soon they were both undressed, their hands roaming all over each other with Ricky kissing wherever his lips could touch. He especially couldn't resist kissing her belly. "Wow," he remarked. "We have an active little one in there. A little warrior like their mom!"

"Give yourself some credit too," Remiel grinned as he pulled her close. "You know how to put up a fight."

"Well, I hope I don't put up too much of one," he said. "At least not to you." He then massaged the rest of her body and tasted her slowly and gently before asking, "Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes," Remiel nodded. "I don't think I've ever wanted much more." She held onto him tight as he buried himself inside her until they were both panting and exhausted.

"I...I have to take a rest," he remarked. "You're still a tough woman."

Remiel pointed. "Don't fall asleep yet. The sun is setting!"

They watched it with their fingers intertwined and then, as they found themselves looking at stars, Remiel said, "I'm scared of giving birth. Will it hurt?"

"I'm not going to lie to you and say it's a walk in the park," Ricky told her. "But they have ways to stop it from hurting and I'll be with you every minute. I'll hold your hand, I'll say encouraging things, I'll tell you I love you..." He paused. "In fact, I'll say it now. I love you, Remiel."

Remiel snuggled up against him. "I love you too, Ricky."

"Oh!"

Selina's eyes widened as Elijah kicked open the bedroom door and then continued into the room. He couldn't open the door in a normal way because he was carrying her bridal style, but she didn't mind...seeing him be so physical was very...arousing.

Which was why it didn't take very long after he sat her down on the bed for them to start kissing again as he unzipped her dress and she ripped off his shirt, making buttons fly everywhere.

"Don't worry," she assured him between kisses. "We'll find all the buttons and I'll sew them back on again."

"Or-" Elijah panted as he pushed her back onto the mattress, pushing up her skirt so he could slide his hands up her thighs. "Or I can get another shirt. It doesn't matter."

She was moaning loudly now, her hips bucking forward over and over. But as her eyes locked on him undoing his zipper, her mind suddenly cleared and she sat up. "No. We can't do this."

"Why? What is it?" Elijah asked. "Don't you feel well? Do you need crackers and soda for your stomach?"

"No," She sniffled, turning away from him to stride over to the opposite wall, her arms across her chest, facing away as she spoke because she was so angry. "My stomach is fine, but...don't you realize we're doing it again? Having a fight and then only stopping cause sex is on the table? I bet if I started talking about certain things once we were both dressed again, we'd just keep fighting! In fact, the only reason why you stopped being mad at me in the first place is cause I told you I was pregnant! Now you'll probably hunt Dorian down and throw it in his face like I'm some object that you can lord over him because you have me and he doesn't! I would like to think you don't do it on purpose. I would like to think that this is all a part of you from your father that you hate and want to try really hard to get rid of, but I can't...I can't put up with it anymore! I can't deal with the cycle of: you see ex; you fear ex will steal me away; you get angry; I feel I can't talk to you cause you're angry; and last but not least, end up fulfilling your deepest fears (so it seems) not because I'm wildly in love with someone else, but because someone else is the only person I feel I can talk to, even though I really want to talk to you! I know it's a hard concept. I know I haven't always been the most faithful wife, but if we're gonna do this...you're gonna have to have faith and trust me! Is it really so hard?"

"No."

She turned around and saw that he was down on his knees in front of her. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. "What...Elijah, are you crying?"

He put himself together before he spoke. "You...you're right, you know," he said. "And I'm...more sorry than I can say about how I've acted. I love you more than life itself but you'd never guess it from the way I treat you. I know I've been foolish since Dorian showed up. And a jerk. It doesn't excuse anything, but the reason for that was because I was so afraid to lose you. So..so damn afraid. You're my love, my life, my heart. The only times I've ever really lived have been when I've been with you, and please believe me when I say, if you left the farmhouse, if you left me...I wouldn't want to live any longer."

She took a few steps, then fell to her knees and threw herself in his arms as tears fell down her cheeks too. "You don't need to say any more," she said. "Just...just hold me tight and don't let me go. Please."

He agreed and they both held each other, crying silently for several minutes, for what they didn't know. Probably all the time their foolishness had cost them.

Finally, Selina was able to take a deep breath and lean back to look him in the eye. "I would never leave you," she said. "You'd have to kick me out of the house yourself!" She took his face in her hands. "Do you hear that? Do you understand? Yes, Dorian came back, but he is not the love of my life! You are! And I don't know why you can never see it! You're so stubborn!"

He laughed as she kissed away the tears that were falling down his cheeks. "I...was so scared," he admitted. "Scared because I love you so much!"

"Don't be," she murmured, her lips on top of his. "I hate to break it to you, but you're stuck with me for the rest of time!"

"I'm sorry I was such a...a..."

"Jerk?" Selina supplied. "Asshole? Caveman? I've got more."

"All of the above," he chuckled. "I...I don't know why, but I just...I didn't think you would choose me."

"You know I will," Selina said firmly, resting her forehead against his. "Always and forever."

"Jeepers," Selina breathed, the moonlight from the open window shining over what of her body wasn't covered by the sheet. "No wonder we have so many kids!" She looked Elijah in the eye. "You're great!"

Elijah chuckled and kissed her softly before running his fingers through her soft, dark hair. "Still? Even after all these years, I'm still enough for you?"

"Oh, you're more than enough!" She assured him, his eyes widening as she grabbed his face and kissed him soundly.

He chuckled and ran his hand over her belly. "So, here we are again. Does someone need a lesson on how babies are made?"

"Oh, I know how!" Selina said and pretended to whack him on the shoulder. "You're just very fertile, Mr. Mikaelson!"

Elijah chuckled. "I am, and so are you! Give yourself some credit." He took her in his arms and kissed her hair. "So...are we happy about the baby?"

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "We are. Ricky and Remiel's child will have someone close in age to be a friend! And you know, I like babies!" She took his hand and intertwined their fingers. "What about you?"

"Oh, do you have to ask?" He smiled.

Selina nodded. "I just...I'm very happy to have our home and fill it with our children. Or our children's children. Or our children's children's children. It's a good feeling!"

"I'm glad you're happy too," he said and whispered in her ear. "I'll be happy if it's a boy, but ecstatic if it's a girl."

Selina chuckled. "You always want a girl!"

"What can I say?" Elijah told her. "Usually, they look like you, so it's like loving more of you each time."

Selina made a noise and squished him hard. "Awww! That is so sweet!" She hugged him and then cleared her throat. "Have you...have you seen Ricky and Remiel? They said something about a picnic but I haven't seen them since. I hope we didn't worry them!"

"I'm sure they're fine," Elijah promised.

"Good, I mean, I was a bit worried cause I didn't hear any banging on the wall so far tonight."

"Well...you mean other than us?" Elijah asked and gave her a wicked grin.

"Oh, stop!" Selina blushed and gently pounded on his chest.

"In all seriousness, I think I heard them say something about spending the night in the barn. It's nice and warm in there. They'll be fine."

They lapsed into silence and then Selina cleared her throat. "Elijah, I know you're gonna be mad when I say this, but...I have to see him. I have to see Dorian."

"Yes," Elijah sighed. "I know you do. I understand."

"I don't know if you do," Selina shook her head and took his face in her hands. "I need to explain things. I need to wish him well in his new life. When things were going wrong...he was good to me."

Elijah nodded. "It's still hard for me to fully accept," he said. "But you have assured me that I have nothing to fear from him. No reason to worry. I understand. I accept it. And you'll have a very good surprise waiting for you when you get back."

"Thank you!" Selina grinned and kissed him soundly. "I promise I'll come back to you and we'll make lots more babies!" She winked. "After this one, of course!"

Elijah chuckled. "You don't need to exchange the promise of babies for the opportunity to see Dorian, you know. I swear I'm okay with it!"

"Is that what I'm doing?" Selina asked innocently. "I had no idea!" She chuckled and kissed him once more. "Elijah?"

"What, Selina?"

"I love you."

He took her in his arms and held her tight. "I love you too, sweetheart. And I always will."